Our trio with the perfect gifts for Santa
Bethany Dwyer was Santa's little helper at a department store.
The jobs young college girls will do for Summer holiday cash.
Bethany thought blow jobs on St Xavier's guys would have been easier, more lucrative, and a lot more fun.
Though the cute little sexy fem-elf costume she had to wear was appealing. She dressed up daily in the staff women's change room facilities near Santa's chair. It was a new season release: a green and white short dress. The lime green Christmas hat had white fluffy felt trim and a white pompom. The dress was nearly too short, revealing high thigh.
Bethany purchased matching green knickers to not over-excite any dads too much when she bent over helping their kids onto Santa's knee.
The green dress had a low-cut V with a black lace-up front. Beth had only the top two loops undone, allowing a peek at her cute boobs if she bent over or bent down to take photos. Her belt was kitschy plastic black but snug around her tight, neat hips. It flattered her.
The knee-high white and green hooped stockings were outrageous, but it was the festive season.
Beth had a job to keep, and randy male shoppers were open-wallet shoppers, particularly at the perfume counter.
Well, after a sniff of Bethany.
After a long day, Beth's platform black heels were killers on her feet. But boy, did they accentuate her legs. These are the jobs college girls will do before the holidays and starting University. And these are the clothes they will wear to get a job, all to finance a trip away with friends.
Her besties, Chastity and Erica, were always worth spending time with, and the inseparable trio had a road trip planned after Christmas between the end of college and the start of University at different institutions.
A summer getaway for three.
Bethany had got her job easily as an elf. The personnel manager, Hamish Stewart, of the major department store franchise, was a letch.
Bethany noticed the perv, despite her demure, dressed for an interview look. She kept her legs crossed but knew the sod was trying to mentally undress her. She had the satisfaction of knowing he could never ever have guessed the pink awesomeness of her angelic fem lipettes.
Mostly shaved, too: he might guess that. She wriggled her arse in both appreciation and gave a sensual shimmy tease as she left his office.
Her job was secured.
The Santa she was assigned to help was a middle-aged, middle-spreading, married man. Stanley Tremaine was hassled by his wife and three young children and now endlessly harried by Christmas shopping mums and their spoiled children on his knee in the days leading up to Christmas.
All Beth had to do was wear her elf suit, reveal her natural curves, and put emphasis on her sexiness, enough to draw in the father's made-to-shop with errant, demanding children in tow.
Beth had the job of smiling at every adult and sucking in their wallets by taking Polaroid happy snaps of their 'little rascals' with Father Christmas and charging twenty bucks a hit for one picture of the kiddie on St Nic's knee.
She made heaps more from illegal tips on the side as Stanley took pics of her sitting on happy dad's knees.
Private phone snaps.
She had experienced a couple of arse pinchers, but that was okay. They thought they were being risqué. Beth would have let their fingers wander anywhere, including inside her mint green panties.
Beth seriously thought a few kids needed a politically incorrect smack by Santa rather than the silly threat of coal for Christmas.
A few mums looked like they would appreciate a smack across Santa's knee with their panties off.
Bethany was partial to the odd, well-administered pat on her cute buttocks in the right mood.
Beth, however, was usually caught up in a daily flurry of just plain dull business. Most little tykes were first-time Santa awe-struck and so cute, including a few sets of twins and even one poor, harried mum trying to toddler-tame triplets.
Stanley was over-hassled by anxious mums and had no time to really think beyond; the obvious — fuck Beth was cute.
He was layered in red felt and a ridiculous amount of — Ho, Ho, Ho —padding.
He had this season's politically correct plump Santa look.
Several years ago, lean was in.
Now it was complete police checks and watch where you touched anyone and always whisper to the parent first — what did the bratty snotty-nosed little shit want.
Well, they got the polite form of this.
These kids expected something with a price tag starting at a week's salary, and most of them weren't even at school yet. Sweet little angel cuties or young gentlemen wanted the old-fashioned Barbie doll or a dump truck. These kids made his day.
Beth was a bit run off her feet, too. The store was generally hectic, and the line for Santa Stanley was getting longer each day as the countdown to Christmas intensified.
Stanley and Beth only got short breaks as casual employees, and Santa and his little helper, as the sign said, would be back in half an hour.
It was their lunch break.
Fuck it — hydrating was the first thing they both did in their floors staff lunch eating room.
Two cups of cool water each from the water dispenser.
Beth craved some sushi but needed more time to go to the food court three floors down, queue, return, and eat it.
So, two dryish homemade sandwiches, foul powdered coffee, and Coffee-Mate were on the lunch menu again.
Beth sighed; where was the fun in this job?
Where was the fun in life?
And like Christmas wishes, the fun came through the door.
Beth just smiled.
No, she more than just smiled.
She was ear to ear, raunchily set, and full of immediate lustful expectation.
Chas Palmer, her dear friend, was stunning — no surprises here — attired in a candy cane skirt. The bitch was ready to be eaten. Her sassy red hair was an instant all-points bulletin alert for any willing or even vacillating, didn't matter; male or female, to join her escapades.
Chas was Santa's helper, alright, helping herself to her endless needs. She was a young woman on a Christmas sex cheer mission.
Chas liked Christmas. Like Christmas, she was gift-wrapped—a girlie present ready to be stripped of her candy-wrapper dress. Also, like any present, she loved to be torn into and opened up fast.
Her white faux fur trim and pompoms on each breast cup were over the top. Designed to get her muffiny titties over the top of the candy cane pattern.
Her striped leg warmers weren't essential in the Oz summer heat. The problem with Christmas in the arse overhead Continent's hottest season compared to the Northern Hemisphere.
But no guys ever complain of the flesh summer Xmas reveals Down Under. In fact, it makes it easier to get to a girl's essentials. The real hidden meaning of living in the land down under.
The mischievous tart, Chas, was sucking on a candy cane like she was already giving head. Her other hand was twirling a small candy cane bag. A surprise in it for Beth.
Beth's other terrific friend, Erica Phillips, tall, athletic, and brunette.
Well, only she had the panache to carry off the green sequined strapless, elfish tutu dress she was wearing. It had a multilayered hemline with inverted black triangles. Given her stunning, long, free-flowing hair, only one triangle came to mind, and it wasn't any of the ones on display. But given the sexy costume, a guy could only hope: that was the triangle he would see.
Her knee-high red and green hooped stockings with red bows at her thighs were eye-killers for any bloke. Her matching sequined hat was slightly cocked. It was an invitation to be naughty. And the red full-length to elbow gloves; well, if a guy didn't imagine them rubbing up and down his cock, he didn't deserve to be male.
Amazed, Santa Stanley spluttered his coffee, his eyed ogled, and his underused cock was straining under his fat jolly suit. The three magi were miraculously here as young, over-sexed women. Stanley looked like the Christmas lottery winner. He didn't realise it yet, but he would do way better than look.
"Santa, we were here to help your poor elf, Beth, cheer up, but you can join in some early Christmas cheer too," said Chas between extra-long licking strokes over her candy cane.
Anyone in the room or location would be included when Chas got underway.
She could and would have taught Beth's boss, Hamish, a thing or two if he had bothered to leave his office.
The feisty redhead's cock capturing equipment was festive season spruced. Prettified with a cute, neat pubic trim, slickened up with a quality moisturiser, and probably most importantly, she had really been practising snapping her pussy muscles together to really give some guys merry, merry pecker: absolute Christmas merriment in a get-together.
Tis the season for sharing. In Chas's case, starting with cock sucking or pussy licking.
Chas's legs were spread, Stanley's eyes already tracking between her open thighs. The tart had matching candy cane underwear. Stanley would have eaten the panties if it had been the only way to access the ranga's still hidden coochie.
Chas only had half an hour; she knew Beth's lunch break schedule. So, her delectable panties were pulled to the side by herself, and she eased Stanley's face forward, holding the back of his head.
Stanley took in all his Christmases at once.
Wow did this girl have femlip.
He thought flappy and friendly.
Erica and Beth had long ago nicknamed the pair — spinnaker and jib. Whatever name her coochie flaps were currently going by, there was plenty to suck and lick and spread, and Stanley was in fast and happy. Chas was moaning as per usual.
"Ugh, Ugh!"
God, she loved her private kitten getting attention. Her own lipettes responded to touch and generated loving touchy pleasure for herself and were generous with the male or female of the moment, or both. Or how many in a group were lucky to touch and share her exquisite fleshy gifts. It just happened to be Santa Claus today.
Erica and Beth were titty fondling till the brunette's fingers wandered to where she knew Beth, most appreciated fingers, in her own cute arsehole.
Beth's ring of delight was always responsive to any proffered opportunity for escalating fun, and hey, Christmas is the season of fun.
Boy were Erica's fingers rousing up the back passage warmth. The total heat was in Beth's tight pucker knot as Erica brought her unexpected present into play.
You know, the gift you don't expect under the tree.
Chas had actually picked it up at their local adult store. A frickin candy cane vibrator.
Erica loved nothing more than Beth's arse-freckle, apart from her own getting cock.
The athlete in the brunette was always moving at speed, and she knew they only had thirty minutes max. Hence, she set the vibrator to the upper limit pace and plugged Beth's attractive tailpipe.
Chas took a peek over and saw Erica was working Beth's foofer to a frenzy fast.
"Ooh, that feels so good," murmured the cute blonde.
The redhead herself soon had Santa's standard non-Christmas white undies down, with his red trousers at the base of his big black boots.
"Come on, Stanley," she said. "Tomorrow, get into the swing of the season; buy some sexy Chrissy boxers and knickers. The wife will respond; trust me."
Chastity got busy.
She had a cock to prime for Beth.
A perfect pecker present.
None of those twelve days of Christmas gift nonsense.
Chas had the adult version in mind and was humming it. It was building a fast rate of knots to her usual expressive hot dog work:
Four moist lips, three stalking fingers, two anal kisses and a boner filling up a tight heinie!
Chas took Santa Stanley's absolutely happy boner for the sleigh ride of its life. She had the combination, and she knew it: she had the girly, slippery, moist, mouthy delight, her own inimitable lingering sliding finger work on his nut bag, and the occasionally absolutely riveting but breathtaking eye contact from her ranger face upwards to Stanley's popping eyes.
Of course, his eyes really popped when she shot a finger to the knuckle up Santa's arse crack.
Stanley realised he'd have to encourage his own 'Mrs Claus' to try that.
"Hngh!" he yelped.
Beth soon had the vibrating candy cane in tanned Erica's bronze eye.
God was the brunette moaning.
"Raah! Aah! Oof! Aah! Ooh!"
Probably because Beth's sweet fingers were also working Erica's killer little dot that stimulates the frickin lot.
Her slit glistened like a perfectly moist Christmas pudding, with the sauce spreading everywhere.
Erica's pleats of perfectly manicured flesh were on display, flashing like Christmas lights, seasonal goodwill — it was too much for Beth, and she bent over for a good time between her friend's legs.
She was intent on seasonal overindulgence with her tongue.
Erica was moaning like a stable full of animals. However, the lunch room wasn't shaping up as your standard nativity scene.
"Orrgh, ooh, yes, sweety! Like that! Ooh, like that! Ooh!"
Chas saw Beth's cute buttocks wriggling so vulnerably, bent over with her tongue busy with the brunette's fem-pleats.
Beth's arse was signalling a need to get on with the serious action like Rudolph chaffing at the bit to get cracking. Chas knew what needed cracking right now.
Santa's prick was —Ho, Ho, Ho — suddenly where it naturally wanted to be.
It was in Beth's filthy chimney piece. This was celebrating the festive season definitively. Santa was happy to be wedged in the chimney. Her arse was stretched out but compact, with St Nic's dick delivering a quality fat personal gift. Stanley hadn't had such hot sex himself since his own college days. So, he was making his time of it in the here and now, in her beautiful closed space.
Beth's intimate, narrow sphincter was intoxicating. Santa Stanley went delirious in her arse like continually guzzling a surfeit of brandy eggnog.
Beth was in that starfish cocked-fill moment, no disrespect, but it was way better than just getting a kiss under the mistletoe; well, she was being butt fucked by Santa.
"Ugh! Orrgh! Ugh!"
This was real Christmas cheer; her butt flesh holding, her ring flesh being spread by thick cock, she was basking in sexual pleasure, her back end full of sexual pleasure. The flesh of her chute was happy to act as the designated powder keg of happiness as an explosive climax swept through her shapely fem-body fast.
She worked her own clit frantically while Santa shot his load into her pink, puckered rear parlour like a pulled Christmas bonbon.
Stanley blasted off with a cracker wad.
The superb sperm splash. A genuine cock — dancer, prancer and dasher moment.
Chas and Erica hadn't wasted the past minutes either; both girls tenderly feasting on each other's private external giblets and stuffing the candy cane vibrator, deeper than any chestnuts, apple or red currants, into any turkey.
They were a real cavity penetration duo. They both understood deep; real deep pushing into each other's coochies and tight freckles. Yeah, just for the fun of it.
"Ugghhh!" from Chas.
"Orrghh-hu!" from Erica.
They were two young, seasonal costume-clad fem-elves taking flesh together, taking on flesh, letting flesh be shaped by flesh, realising flesh only needs flesh.
We live for shared beautiful, seductive skin — our one true present of the season to each other.
Beth's rear chute was full of jizz.
Her heart was full of warmth for her terrific friends.
They always knew how to cheer her up. Actually, they had done that and really cheered themselves up, too. Chas and Erica collapsed in mutual warm delight over the lunch table.
Santa was trying manfully to put all his padding back into place. He was worried; — fuck, they were already late for their after-lunch restart time. Stanley had his belt back on, adjusting his fake beard and tidying up his chubby belly. He was nearly ready to go.
Damn it, he had to look around for his hat.
The girls were getting their Chrissy knickers hitched into place. Just covering what is expected to be covered in public. They just twanged those panties back into place, but — not for long, knowing this trio.
The girls were all adjusted. They were touching up their lipstick with their compacts when —
A flustered Hamish came into the lunchroom scowling.
He was full of that stressed-management workplace Christmas vitriol, which is really very unseasonal.
He burst through the door, demanding Stanley and Beth get out before they lost their jobs.
Arms flying, he said, " More than twenty anxious parents and shop-destructive ankle-biters were craving time with Santa and demanding his Elf!"
Tis the season to be jolly.
Stanley and Bethany got unexpected Christmas bonus payments for the next few days leading up to Yuletide.
Well, Erica and Chas, one elfette on each arm, escorted Hamish back to his office — and let's just say they were tandem Christmas stress-relieving experts.
They were singing quietly as they escorted their new man to dispense seasonal gifts with —
On the fourth day of Christmas, I gave my sexy mate four amazing fucks, three lovely spankings, two silky blowjobs and the most amaz— ing... arsehole treat—